“Just let me leave, and you can sort out the issues you have with John.” She cried with pleading eyes, clutching the sheets for dear life. “P-Please let me go.”
I ignored her with my eyes still on John. “I tell you what? You keep a handgun in your nightstand,” I stated, remembering the conversation with Marshall. John’s eyes bucked at my revelation. “Shut her up, and we can talk about letting you live.”
With tears rolling down his face, he eyed me for a moment before dragging his eyes over to his bawling mistress. I propped myself against the wall with my hands in my hoodie to see how this would all play out. Pulling my buzzing phone from my pocket, I silenced it when I saw it was Sheena. I guess she was off work and wanted some dick.
“Arlene, come here, baby…” John cried as he began to crawl back onto his bed.
The fear in her eyes was evident as she tried to scramble away from him. Getting tangled in the sheets, he grabbed her by her ankles as she screamed and tried to kick him off.
“Get away from me!” she shrieked as she finally broke free. “Have you gone crazy? You can’t do this to me!”
“I have a wife and kids!” he shouted as he leaped across the bed. “I have a career. If getting rid of you is all I have to do to leave here alive tonight, then so be it!”
Before she could head for the door, he sent two bullets into her naked body. I watched as her back arched before she dropped to the ground. A pool of blood began to form around her lifeless body instantly.
“Oh my God!” He dropped the gun at his feet and cried. “What have I done?”
“You did what you had to do to save yourself.” I shrugged, pushing off the wall. “I know nothing about you, but I know you’re a selfish man. It could be why Marshall wants you gone.”
At hearing his name, I could see the blood drain from his face. Stumbling to his feet, he went to speak, but the vibration of his phone grabbed his attention.
“You might want to grab that,” I suggested.
Nervously, he took small steps back over to his nightstand. He pressed a few buttons on his phone before gasping and falling to his knees. Walking over, I bent down and noticed a picture of his family on the screen. An unknown incoming call flashed on the display. Taking it upon myself, I answered on speaker to let the call connect.
“Mr. Miller… You’ve made some bad business choices and swindled a lot of people out of money they don’t have.” Marshall’s raspy voice filled the room. “You’re a selfish man, and you only think about yourself. Your family will pay for your sins.”
Disconnecting the call, I stepped back and watched this nigga curl up in a ball and cry like a bitch. Niggas killed me by doing flaw shit but crying like hoes when their back is against the wall.
“Get the fuck up nigga.” I frowned, kicking his feet. “Don’t make me say it twice.” With his snot dripping everywhere, I stepped back as I pulled my machete from my hoodie. If he gotthat shit on me, I was going to paint this room even redder. “Somebody’s going to die, but it’s up to you who it’s going to be. I can call M back and tell him to kill your family, or you can be selfless for once in your life and put someone before yourself.” I nodded toward the gun that was at his feet. “What’s it going to be?”
Crying still, I could see him contemplating what he should do. He had about six minutes to make up his mind before I made it for him. Dropping his head, he picked the handgun up from the floor, closed his eyes, and began to mumble a prayer.
“Nigga does this look like a fuckin’ alter call?” I snapped, growing impatient as I pulled out my cell phone. “Consider your family dead?—”
Pow!
With his eyes on me, one shot to the temple ended his life instantly at his own hand. Still dialing Marshall’s number, I stepped over the dead bodies as the call connected.
“Slash…”
“Murder-suicide.” I breathed as I jogged down the stairs. “You owe me double for the extra body.”
“Not a problem.” I could hear him exhale on the other end, and I knew it was those funky-ass cigars. “I see you got real creative with that nigga. This is why you’re the best at what you do.”
“I know,” I said, hearing him chuckling as I disconnected the call.
Slab or home, it didn't matter to Slash. When he showed up, whoever was alive wouldn't be by the time I left.
Stepping out onto the porch, I closed the door behind me as I tightened the strings on my hoodie, looking up and down the street. Right as I took the last step, I glanced over under the streetlight and locked eyes with an unknown female. I could see her eyes widen at my machete before she scrambled withher keys to get inside her vehicle. Standing in the middle of the street, I placed my hands in my joggers and watched as her taillights disappeared into the night.
“Hmph.” I smirked as I made my way toward the unmarked Chevy. “Looks like I have a little dilemma.” Pulling out my cell, I went to my last call and redialed Marshall.
“Didn’t expect to hear from you so soon.”
“Yeah, well…” I eased into the car, getting comfortable in my seat as I lit the end of my pre-rolled blunt. “We may have a problem.”
Finally home and out of the shower, the adrenaline from the day was still flowing through my veins. Taking a life gave me a high that the strongest drug couldn’t even compete with. Having someone’s life in my hands was powerful. Being able to decide if one died or lived was a god-like feeling that I would never get tired of.
